Made her cry

Glued to it, I fall with the inspiration Into the stream. Streaming from that face, I follow the flow. I am those tears.

Provoke me to sing, Provoke me to hear— But whatever you do, Don’t hold me under, To drown in myself, In the sorrow I created.

Jump into the light and hide from the moon, but I bet you won’t get what you need from the sun. Drug lords and queens, Lie down your crowns. Let your voices spin off the trees, And sit your pretty asses down.

I’ll tell you a story, The story of a beginning and an end. I made her cry but only I will drown.